Dance

arms and

legs

outstretched

rubberbands

smiles

broad

eyes

sleepy

turning

to

me

lips

pursed

early

a.m.

before

coffee

toothpaste

kisses

between

yawns

stetching

as he

does

when

dancing

We met

words flew

by like

aeroplanes

silence drifted

through like

breezes

in an opened

window

touches happened

cautiously like

choosing

chocolates

now gone

I think

of you

whenever

I’m not thinking

of anything

else

A poet

is only

a poet

when

he or she

writes

a poem

like

you’re only

alive

when

you breathe

or

a lover

when

you love

all the

poems

one writes

before

are of no

consequence

just like

all the prior

breaths

you’ve

breathed

Piggy

said

life

is

an

adventure

without

a

map

a

journey

without

stops

chartered

a

road

trip

upon

which

you

stop

when

tired

for

one

so

young

Piggy

knows

so

much

He

red

fruity

new

slate

dirt

steel

Bordeaux

Me

white

robust

old

tart

earth

oak

Burgundy

Us

distictive

different

paired

natural

expressive

rare